Gold of sunrise green leaves gilded by frost, and pumpkins like money.
very nice, its a irony that farmers are rich, but they have to die poorly[ at least here in India]...
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4/26/2024 6:36:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very nice, its a irony that farmers are rich, but they have to die poorly[ at least here in India]...